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About Bloemfontein

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Soweto (Time Zone)

Sex workers who use the notorious Vermeulen Street in Putfontein in Benoni, Ekurhuleni, as a pick-up spot for their clients say poverty and unemployment have left them with no choice. .

Bruv, do you know, I wander around sometimes, rakking in awe at places like Regina Mundi House – yeah, that one – where echoes of past heroes and dreamers keep my soul churning. It’s like every tattered flyer, every cracked pavement hides a story, a fierce spirit. Sometimes I think "This is our battleground, where we shall never surrender our spirit!" even when I'm raging ‘cause of the endless traffic or a dodgy street light flickerin’ in the dark.

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